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The widow felt the desire of the child would be gratified. Her little frame wasted away, and she would hold up her thin fingers, and smile to see every day the light looked clearer through them.

As she lay upon the sofa, with her head resting upon the cushions, listening to the reading of her mother, her eye would brighten, and a sweet smile rested upon her lips, and she looked happier than she had ever done before; for Ellen, always alive to the careless looks and words of others, had made her whole life a sad one.

"Dear mother," she one day said, "I feel as if waiting for a pleasant journey. I dream about it. Every time I sleep, I am with the angels singing, and the flowers are thick about oft me. The light, dear mother, is so soft, I so still and clear, that I float in it full of joy. It must be heaven that I visit, dear mother, and I long to sleep again."

She closed her eyes smiling. "Kiss me, dear mother, and do not grieve. I shall be with you always!" Then the smile grow so deep and so full of joy, that the mother knew that nothing upon earth could cause it, for the body of little Ellen did not move again. Her soul had gone to God.